“Gage…”
And there’s my trigger. There’s just something about the way she says my name that drives me fucking wild. I make quick work of removing her panties, and then I kneel between her legs. She stares up at me, chest heaving.
“Then what?” she asks in a soft voice.
I spread her legs, exposing her beautiful pussy to my hungry eyes. Her lips are swollen and glistening with her juices. I need to taste her. Lying on my stomach, I make myself comfortable. She rests on her elbows, watching me. I start at her knee and trail soft kisses down her thigh, feeling as it trembles beneath my lips. I kiss each scar, renewing my vow to kill the motherfucker who dared to touch her. Her scent wafts up to me, enticing my thoughts back to her body. Raising my eyes to hers, I move to her other thigh, expelling a slow breath as I pass over her pussy. She moans, her head falling back. I sink my teeth into her thigh then return to my favorite place, breathing her in.
“Then, I lick you here.”
I slide my tongue up her lips, parting them. Her hips rise up off the bed. A few slow strokes, then I flail my tongue on her clit.
“Oh, God!” she cries out.
She alternates between moans and whimpers, quivering with every touch. I love that shit. My dick loves it. I’m so ready to dive into her. Not yet, though. I have to take care of her first. I take my time, gently licking every inch of her soft, pink flesh. I really could live down here. I love the way she reacts to my tongue, the way she trembles and grabs my hair. And her taste. Fucking hell. Better than any dessert.
That gives me an idea.
She groans when I move away. “Don’t stop,” she whimpers, her voice a plea. I’m tempted to give in.
“I’ll be right back. Don’t. Move.”
Her eyes snap open and she nods, the way she does every time I give her a command. My dick jumps. She’s the perfect mix of submissive and assertive, if there’s even such a thing. I love her obedience, but I adore her smart mouth, too.
“Yes, sir,” she says, giving me a patronizing salute.
“I mean it, Raven. Don’t fucking move.”
“Where are you going?”
“You’ll see.”
I pull on a pair of jeans, zipping the fly but leaving it unbuttoned. Glancing back at her one last time before I leave the room, I wonder how the fuck I got so lucky. I have a fucking goddess in my bed. God knows I don’t deserve her, but so help me, I’ll do everything in my power to keep her.
I try to move through the bar unnoticed, but a few of the Hounds attempt to catch my attention. I ignore them and make my way to the kitchen. There, I run into Lonnie. I ignore her, too, while searching the fridge.
“Hi, Gage.”
“Hey.” I find what I need and turn to leave, but she’s standing in my way. “You need something?”
“You and Raven…it’s serious?”
“What do you care? You left her for months without even a phone call.”
“She never needed me. Besides, she had you. You know how I felt about you. I couldn’t stick around and watch you with my own sister.”
“And now?”
“You don’t have to worry about me. I used the time to get myself together. From what I’ve heard, you two are happy together. I’m happy for you.”
“I am happy. Raven’s amazing.”
She swallows hard and lowers her gaze. Her expression tells me she’s not as together as she thought. Did she really think a few months would be enough to get over me? Her eyes widen and I realize she’s not looking at the floor anymore. I follow her gaze and see exactly what she’s staring at – the bulge in my jeans. My dick is still hard and quite evident.
“Yeah. I was in the middle of something, so are you done?”
“Uh…yeah. I –”
I don’t hear the rest because I walk off before she can finish. I got pussy business to tend to, and I have no time for Lonnie and her shit. I push the bedroom door and she’s in the same position I left her. Her knees are drawn up and spread, waiting for me to climb back between them. Locking the door behind me, I slowly make my way over.
***Raven***
He’s back. I’ve been lying here, dying of anticipation, and wondering where the hell he went. My body started shivering the moment he opened the door. He moves to my side of the bed and places something on the nightstand. Ice cream. He got me all worked up and then left for that? Motherfucker. I should roll over and go to sleep.
“Now, where were we?” he asks.
“You tell me. You’re the one who had a sudden craving for ice cream.”
He smiles. Not the cocky, crooked one he always gives me, but a genuine smile. It lights up his face and he looks even more beautiful than he ever has. I can’t believe I’m here. I can’t believe that Gage Hunter, pussy magnet extraordinaire, wants me. Who would have thought this is the man I would give my heart to? Certainly not me. Sometimes, life throws an obstacle at you, not to stop your journey, but to set you on the right path. Everything that has happened to me has led me here – where I’m meant to be.
He scoops a spoonful from the container, places it in his mouth, and presses his cool lips to mine. I part them and his tongue slides in, delivering the ice cream along with it. I swallow, sucking on his tongue while I slide my fingers through his hair. He tastes better than anything Ben and Jerry’s could come up with. His hand trails gently up my stomach and he massages my breast, carefully avoiding my nipple. He takes over our kiss, brutally tasting my mouth. My lips rejoice in the bruising force and I pull him closer to me, matching his vigor. His hand leaves my breast and cups my pussy. A finger slides inside me as the heel of his palm massages my clit. I moan into his mouth, raising my hips off the bed. He breaks the kiss and stares down at me, eyes blazing, breathing ragged.
“The only thing I have a craving for is you.”
He grabs the hem of my T-shirt and I sit up so he can pull it off. Tossing it behind him, he picks up the tub, his eyes never leaving mine.
“Now, spread those juicy thighs for me, Raven. I’m going to lick this ice cream off your clit.”
Every part of my body tightens. I swear this man turns me on right down to my DNA. I spread my thighs wide, watching him as he kicks off his jeans. Licking my lips in anticipation, I let my gaze wander over his magnificent form. God surely made no mistakes with him. He was designed for a woman’s pleasure – aesthetically, and as I linger on his hard dick – otherwise. His beauty aside, he’s the kind of man who commands attention. When he walks into a room, everyone’s head turns – women and men because his demeanor demands respect. And guess what? He’s mine.
He lies face down between my legs and drops a gentle kiss on my clit. I close my eyes and prepare for the cold. When it comes, I inhale sharply. He places it on my mound, just above my clit. It stings, but in a good way. A warm, gentle breeze caresses me as he blows on my pussy slowly, from bottom to top. A shiver bolts up my spine and I whimper.
The ice cream begins to melt, trickling down the side and over my clit. He licks at me the way he would an ice cream cone – a long stroke with the flat of his tongue. Sweet baby Jesus. My thighs tremble and my hips rise up off the bed. The molten treat flows down between my outer and inner lips and is quickly lapped at with the tip of his tongue. It’s melting faster now. He wraps his arms around my thighs and anchors me to the bed. It trickles in different directions but he expertly catches it all. He licks, slurps, and sucks at my mound, lips, and clit, driving me closer and closer to insanity. I cry out, writhing as my orgasm approaches.
“You gonna come for me, babe?”
“Yes!”
His hands slide up my stomach and cup both breasts, massaging them as he focuses on my clit. He shows no mercy, flicking that hurricane tongue against my sensitive flesh.
“Now, Raven.”
Oh, holy fuck. He knows what that voice does to me. Pair it with him sucking on my clit and I have no choice but to obey. My body jerks and I trap his head between my thighs as my org
asm rips through me.
“Gage!”
He pries my legs open and slithers up my still-shaking body, dropping gentle kisses on my stomach and sides. My breasts are next, showered with feather-light kisses. He carefully licks my nipple, and though it still hurts, I pull him to me, urging him to suck. When he pulls it into his mouth, I fight the compulsion to cry out. It hurts like a bitch but I don’t want him to stop. I have the same craving for him. He drizzles some of the partially molten ice cream on my nipple and the cold soothes the burn. As it begins to trickle down, he sucks my nipple and much of my areola into his mouth, swirling his tongue. I grab his shoulders as my body trembles from the pleasure-pain combo. He switches sides, doing the same to my other breast before reaching down to slide two fingers inside me. With a moan, he moves up to my neck, sucking on my skin. I wrap my arms around him, dragging my nails down his back.
“Gage…”
He lifts his head and stares into my eyes with an intensity I haven’t seen before.
“Say it, Raven.”
“It,” I reply with a giggle.
I know what he wants but I confessed my love for him and he hasn’t said a word. Why should I say it again?
“You know what I mean. I want to hear the words, doll.”
He twists his fingers inside me, pressing down on my clit with his thumb. I grab his shoulders, staring into his eyes as his fingers do a slow dance – in, out, around, and around. He coaxes a whimper from me because this is excruciating. It’s sheer torture playing with me like this. It’s just enough to keep me aroused but not enough to get me off.
“Please,” he begs.
I slide my hands up his neck and cradle his face. The look in his eyes is my undoing. He may not be ready to say it but he’s ready to hear it. I’ll give him what he wants.
“I love you.”
He heaves a sigh of relief and closes his eyes, soaking up my words. When he finally opens them, he stares into mine apprehensively. Say it, I urge him silently. Say it. Instead, he removes his fingers and enters me in one fluid motion. I throw my head back, gasping as he fills me. His lips latch on to my neck, sucking as he begins to thrust into me slowly. I grab his ass, pulling him farther into me. I need to feel every inch of him. If he won’t give me the words, if this is all he can give, then I’ll take what I can get. I’ll take him however I can get him because I’d rather have a piece of him than nothing at all.
He moves at an unhurried pace, pulling out and pushing in with a slight twist of his hips. Dragging his tongue across my neck, he moves to the other side and sucks on my carotid. At this rate, I’m going to have permanent hickeys.
“Raven. I need you, baby doll.”
“You have me. Soy tuya.”
“Promise me you won’t leave again,” he implores.
“I promise.”
Where would I go? This man is my home, and it seems he needs me as much as I need him. I’m not going anywhere.
I slide my hands up his back, feeling him shiver above me. He shivered. From my touch. I feel like a fucking rock star. I tighten my arms around him as he tangles his hand in my hair, thrusting deeper. He slips a hand beneath my knee and lifts my leg to get a better angle. Keeping the same leisurely pace, he rolls his hips. His lips possess mine, his tongue mimicking his dick. I moan, capturing his tongue while I clench around him.
“You’re mine, Raven,” he whispers against my lips. “Mine.”
“Yes.”
I don’t know why he feels the need to say it so much. Is he trying to convince me or himself? I certainly don’t need convincing. Maybe it’s just his way of saying he feels the same. The reason really doesn’t matter; I love hearing him stake his claim on me.
“You’re fucking mine,” he growls, biting into my shoulder.
“Gage!”
“Scream my name. I want the whole fucking world to know you belong to me.”
He sinks deep, totally burying himself inside me. I gasp, unable to breathe, staring up at him wide-eyed and struggling for air. He tries to go deeper. If he pushes any farther, he’ll become an internal organ. Jesus. I scratch at his back, trying to find my voice to ask him to stop. I shake my head as tears begin to well in my eyes. He finally eases up and I draw a deep breath, expelling it through my mouth.
“Jesus, Gage. What the fuck are you trying to do, kill me?”
I breathe a sigh of relief when he pulls out, thinking I’m getting a reprieve. I was wrong. He flips me onto my stomach, pulls me up onto my knees, and is inside me again in three seconds flat. Reaching around, he presses down on my clit as he begins to move. Damn it. The man knows how to play my body like a classically trained musician. His teeth graze the skin on my back, sending sparks up and down my spine. I clench around him, his resulting moan echoing throughout my body.
“Do that again.”
I push back into him, squeezing him with all the strength I can muster. He rests his forehead on my back, sliding his fingers across my clit. He lets out a tortured groan, applying more pressure to his strokes on my clit. I keep my hold on him, rocking back and forth. His hands move to my hips, but he leaves me in control. A smack on my ass quickens my pace. He gathers my hair in a fist, yanking as he smacks my ass again. When his fingers dig into my hip, I know he’s about to take control. In and out he strokes, occasionally slapping my ass. I bite into the pillow, but it’s no help. I can’t contain these feelings. I start crying out, moaning, whimpering, begging. I think I screamed ‘I love you’ at one point.
“Come for me, Raven. I need to feel it.”
He releases my hair, grabbing my hips as he moves faster. My muscles clench and a tremor makes its way from the tip of my toes to the top of my head. I scream his name as I come, applying a death grip to the sheets. He slams into me repeatedly, grunting. Going deep once more, he comes with a groan. He collapses on top of me, his breathing ragged.
“Fuck, woman. I swear you got the best pussy I ever had.”
I smile to myself as he drops down on the bed, then I curl up next to him, burrowing in to his side. He stares up at the ceiling as he tries to bring his breathing back to normal, sliding his fingertips along my arm. His chest is damp with sweat and his heart is racing beneath my fingers. After a while, he shifts from under me and slides to the edge of the bed.
“Where are you going?” I sound all whiny and shit, but I was really comfortable. I smack his ass as he climbs out of bed, but he just chuckles and pulls on his jeans.
“I’ll be back in a minute.”
I watch him leave then stretch like a cat and move to his side of the bed. His scent is all over his pillow and I can’t get enough of it. He returns with a bowl and sets it on the bed.
“What’s that?” I ask.
“Ice.”
Holy fuck. What’s he going to do with that?
“Gage –”
“On your back.”
I swallow hard as I turn over, following his every move. He walks to the bathroom, returns with a towel, and sits on the edge of the bed. He folds the ice in the towel and places it across my breasts.
“For your nipples,” he explains. “Next time, you tell me if I’m hurting you,” he continues in a stern voice.
Next time? Soreness aside, I liked it. A lot. I wouldn’t mind a next time. “I liked it.” I shrug.
“Yeah?” He raises his brows. A mischievous smile graces his lips and my heart skips a beat, anticipating whatever it is he’s considering.
“Yeah.”
“Good to know.”
He climbs back into bed, between my legs, and lays his head on my stomach. I slide my fingers through his hair, stroking his scalp until we both fall asleep.
CHAPTER 21
***Gage***
There’s no better alarm than your woman’s lips wrapped around your dick, and that’s exactly how Raven wakes me up. When she realizes I’m awake, she smiles up at me and slowly licks the head. With a groan, I prop myself on my elbows to watch her.
“
Good morning,” she says as she strokes me.
“Good doesn’t even come close.”
She wraps her lips around the head, sucking as she continues to stroke me. Her beautiful blue eyes are trained on me, fucking me with them, too. I’m fucked. In every way imaginable. I know it because I can’t think about being with anyone else. I can’t even remember enjoying sex this much. Fucking Raven is like a new level, a heightened level of pleasure. I’ll never have enough time to do all the things I want to do to her. Every day is a new adventure, a new idea of a way to make her scream my name. God, I love when she screams my name.
I sit up, holding her hair away from her face so I can see everything she’s doing. She cups my balls and deep-throats my dick. Fuck, I don’t think I’m going to last very long. Releasing me, she clamps her lips around me once more, sucking hard as she slides up. She lets go with a pop, immediately taking me into her mouth again. Up and down she bobs, trailing her hand up my stomach then slowly dragging her nails down my abs. My muscles jump and my hips jerk up, the need to fuck her mouth taking over.
“Fuck, babe.”
I think she takes that as a cue because she starts to suck harder. Her tongue swirls from balls to tip before she takes me deep again. My balls tighten, my heart rate spikes, and I feel the blood racing in my veins. I grab her shoulders and drag her to the bed then jump to my feet. I position her so she’s on her back, head hanging over the side, then stick my dick back into her mouth. I pump in and out, palming her breasts through her shirt. She grabs my ass, digging her nails into my flesh. I lean forward, reaching for her pussy, but I know I won’t get her off before I come. I’m too close. I speed up, careful not to go too deep. Curling my hands around her breasts again, I squeeze hard as I erupt in her mouth. She groans, sucking me dry when I stop moving. Fucking hell. This is definitely the way to start each morning.
She grins up at me when I pull out of her mouth, and I collapse on the bed next to her, waiting for my heartbeat to return to normal.
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